Misery With Perfect Form

I DON’T have cake (while others pretend otherwise). I DO live with my parents (they don’t want me here). I DID get a Buddha statue for Christmas (I can’t sit Indian-Style so forget meditating). I DON’T have any pictures of vaginas (although I like them). I DO smoke cigarettes (and I think god might hate me). But I DO have perfect form. Now What?